Forsaken Apparitions Chapter 1: Lost to the World, a dragon ball z fanfic

A/N: *sighs* I've recently become a Trunks/Marron fan (or Trunks/Pan and Mirai Trunks/Marron), but I can just see this happening to Trunks and Pan. ^!^ Oh well, this a slight A/U because this is after they search for those silly dragon balls and all that, but Goku did not disappear afterwards. Trunks is 33 and Pan is 19. Yes, I used the actual age difference. :\ See, I'm so nice, I give you a sneak peak paragraph under the chapter title!

Disclaimer: *holds up deed to Dragon Ball Z* See! I own it all! "HEY! That's the girl who stole the rights to DBZ! GET HER!" *looks around* Erm...well...BYE! *runs*

"Forsaken Apparitions"

"Lost to the World"

He realized then, that his heart was leaping like a man finally seeing God when his sweet angel moved before him. Trunks wanted nothing more than to strip her slowly down and drink her in like the finest of wines. To feel his lips against her fiery skin, to hear her cry out his name, to breathe in the scent of her hair...anything of that intensity would have been a heaven on its own. He had finally found his beauty, his love and this time...he'd have her forevermore.

Trunks Briefs sighed as he sunk back in his uncomfortable foldout chair. Being the guest of honor at a Capsule Corporation sponsored auction was not his idea of a good time. After the whole space escapades that he had been dragged through, his outlook on his work had drastically changed. Sitting around doing multitudinous numbers of paperwork and wearing glasses that he didn't need all seemed pointless. He had forgotten how it felt to be under hundreds of levels of increased gravity while focusing on the goal of beating an invisible foe and having the sweat of your labors cascade down your body. Yes, however odd it may seem, Trunks Briefs missed training. Logically, he had cut down on his hours at work and had started up again, much to his father's elation.

But sometimes, his work demanded he go do things that he'd rather not. This would be a grand example of that. Ancient objects from a hundred or so year old house that had been preserved for the longest of times were being sold off to those who had the largest wallet. Trunks thought it oddly resembled desecration of a holy ground. Of course, the relatively young man was thinking of the tale behind the towering stone and wood structure. A man and a woman had died in this home. They were not married, but were seeing each other in secret, looking for the right chance to, as they had put it, make their love eternal. However, the woman's father did not approve of this secret bonding. One night he caught them, almost into the act of making love, and he shot at the man in anger. He hadn't meant to hit him, but rather, scare him away from his beloved little girl. He accidentally shot them both when the girl darted in front of her love. A single bullet pierced through her heart and his. They both fell...never have the relationship both had wanted so much. It was a true tale of woe.

The lavender haired saiya-jin recapped the tale as he waited for a special object to be handed to him for the time he so graciously gave them. He wasn't sure how long he had to sit through the boring chatter of excessively rich snobbish people in their handmade exquisite attire, but his patience was wearing thin. Thankfully, relief came just before he fell asleep.

"And I'd personally like to thank Mr. Trunks Briefs," began the auctioneer, "for taking the time out of his day to come and witness this fine event!" Taking his cue, Trunks stood and took the man's sandpaper hand. "I present you with this key! It's a key to a room that no one's visited in many a year. It's also said to unlock the door to Katrina's bedroom. It may not seem like much, Mr. Briefs, but we believe there are many rare artifacts in that room. You may keep all that you desire," the man finished warmly. Trunks nodded courteously and said a thank you before he departed to this mysterious room.

Walking down the twisting halls, an uneasy feeling settled in Trunks stomach, but he pushed it away telling himself that he was being foolish. Finally, after finding the room number imprinted on key, he attempted to unlock the rusty metal lock. But, being as old as it was, the rude lock would not give. Letting his curiosity as to what was behind this forlorn and ominous door, he pushed it open using his immense strength. With a creak of a whining cat the door whooshed open sending up a dust storm. Trunks waved his hand about to clear the offending substance. He stepped boldly into the room only to realize that this room probably did not have electricity set up in it. Letting his eyes adjust to the dark, he fumbled around for a candle. Conveniently enough, a dust covered chain of white candles adorned a mantle along the back wall. Seeing no matches in sight, he conjured up a tiny ki blast and used it to light the aging candles. As a warm glow spread across the large room, he was pleased to see that it seemed to be perfectly intact. The only difference that could be noticed was the mass quantities of dust covering every inch of the room. However, he did find it hard to believe that none of the wood was corroded or broken, but as soon as the thought entered his mind, it seemed like an unknown forced shoved it away before it could completely register.

The room was beautiful. A fancily decorated white vanity set was set under the mantle that contained the candles. A large queen sized bed with curtains festooned beautifully around it was in the middle of a wall adjacent to the wall next to the door. A small table was in the middle of the room with a three wire chairs circling about it. It seemed that everything was white and frilly in the room. The only other colors that were visible were soft hues of pink and peach in various clothes. Around the room pillows, stuffed animals, and dressers were placed in a lovely design that made the room seemingly fit for a queen. Squinting his eyes, Trunks could see holes in the walls and along the bed posts. Upon further inspection, he could see that the bed's messy blankets and sheets were stained a dark reddish-brown color near various holes. There was also men and women's clothing strewn about. The legend echoed in the demi-saiya-jin's mind. It...must be the room that that couple died in. Odd though, that bodies are gone, yet everything else seems to be exactly the same... he mused in his thoughts.

Out of nowhere, an icy chill shot through Trunks' spine. It felt as though arctic hands were trailing up his back. Quickly, he spun around. For a fleeting moment, a blurry white figure was there, but it dissipated the moment Trunks caught sight of it. Again, he felt cold hands running across his body and the white candles faded, blown out by an unseen wind. He was eternally frightened and tried to make a move to leave, but found that he couldn't. His feet seemed like they were nailed to the floor and suddenly all of his movement ceased. His breathing slowed and his brilliant sapphire eyes stared vacantly forward. The man's mind went blank and all he could hear was whispering. The distressing whispers resounded in his mind and a woman's scream pierced the dusty air. But he hadn't heard a thing with this ears, no, it all came from inside his head. The rigmarole of hushed speaking finally made sense over the screams of a woman and now a man. One voice was heard clearly. Finally...our chance...Katrina...no...no...no...come back to me...my sweet angel... An excruciatingly long period of time passed, but Trunks was obvious to it all. All he could hear was the man's anguish over his lost Katrina. And all he could feel was the cold body of a man entering him, pushing his reasoning and thought into the back recesses of his mind where they resided in a dull sense of warmth. Yet, the ice engulfed him outside, taking him under...and Trunks became lost to the world.

The process was underway...where Trunks was becoming someone else, the spirit of the man who had lost his love. The man's name was Hiro--

"THERE YOU ARE!" A loud feminine voice exclaimed. Trunks head snapped back as he finally blinked on his own. He shook his head in an attempt to clear the eerie fog that plagued. Thankfully, it worked and all thought of what had happened was banished from his mind for a moment.

"Uh, what're you doing here, Pan?" Trunks questioned still a little dazed.

"Duh, you never met me and Uncle Goten for lunch!" she said as if it were obvious.

"Huh? What time is it?" he asked in confusion. Last he had remembered, he had a whole two hours before he had to meet them at 12:30.

"Umm, about 2:00. Uncle told me that you were here and sent me off to fetch you," she stated as she rolled her eyes. "Wow, what a neat room!"

Trunks looked around, surprised to find that all of the candles were lit. Ignoring the odd thought for a moment he said, "It was a woman named Katrina's."

Pan nodded, coming further into the room to inspect it. As she strode over to the vanity, she picked up a small painting of a young man. "This is him, Hiro..." she whispered so that only she could hear, not knowing how she knew, but as she tried to think about it...her thoughts all faded like they never existed.

Trunks just realized that he was staring at Pan with much interest. Kami, she's beautiful...

"Something on my face?" Pan asked skeptically, noticing that Trunks was staring at her.

A blush spread over Trunks face as he was caught. "N-no. Let's get out of here Pan-chan. I need to come back later, but...I'll let that be later."

Pan gave him an odd look, but shrugged and began to slink out of the room, the artwork of Hiro in her hand. Trunks was still staring at her as she went. Yet, she seemed oblivious to his stares as she walked towards the door. At that moment, the son of Vegeta didn't feel like himself...but like someone he didn't know...And...And...

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You likely so far? Sorry, I had no time to proof-read! *falls over* Hope I didn't confuse anyone...it's late and I'm tired! You know what to do, cadets! Review! :P